When I am dead and my son comes to empty my house, he will find a small suitcase on top of my wardrobe crammed with the erasers I that I have amassed throughout my life. On every trip I have made, whether on the island or abroad, I have never been able to restrain myself, I have always bought erasers of different colors and sizes. My son will be baffled, he will perceive it as an old man’s whim. Perhaps I should explain to him that it has been my particular way of frustrating time’s attrition, postponing death and sustaining the illusion that one can always erase everything and make a fresh start.
- From THE LAST BROTHER, by Nathacha Appanah
In the summer of 1955, Frederick Baldwin, a college student at Columbia University, set out on a pilgrimage of sorts, hoping to meet Pablo Picasso. Baldwin traveled first to Le Havre(presumably by boat), then headed south, down to Vallauris and Cannes, until he eventually reached Picasso’s home on the Riviera, known as Villa la Californie. It took a little craftiness and moxie, but the young American gained entrance into Picasso’s studio. And there he was, the great painter himself, wearing shorts, sandals and not much else.
More than five decades later, Baldwin has produced an elegant e-book (available for free right here) that uses photographs and text to preserve the memory of this defining moment.
This is where self-publishing comes into its own – a project that might or might not have been accepted by one of the big houses, but was instead directed entirely by the author, a project not for profit but purely for the sake of sharing an experience. (via open culture)
As a professional counselor who has worked with kids of all ages and sizes, and as a former teacher, and as a human being, I implore you: don’t buy this garbage for your children. You will be doing them a disservice. (hat tip to LT Tim)
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